March 2012
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Anonymous asked: what are your favorite books?
February 2012
36 posts
My fingers are all tingly.
Anonymous asked: what is your favorite quote?
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Waves crashing, sand in between toes, lingering luminosity— go out and watch the sunrise at the shore
for feeling small and quiet amidst the rest of the world is a hidden bliss
silencing our insatiable nature of indulgence and squandering
the bitter cold runs ankle deep, dissolving footsteps of familiarity
that we fear cannot be replicated
and so we sleep
until the light catches up
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serendipity
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I still remember the time you tried to tear the carpet out with your bare hands. It burned your skin raw, red and soft like melting pieces of velvet sewed at the seams. You couldn’t feel the floor beneath your feet and you screamed that the bottom dragged along after every step and it followed when you dreamed and when you ran and especially— when you loved with every last bone in your...
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Anonymous asked: what's one thing you would change about yourself/your life in high school?
Anonymous asked: what's your myer briggs personality?
Anonymous asked: You are beautiful, inside and out. Don't ever let anyone tell you less than what you truly are.
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I guess all I have to say,
is that I think you’re beautiful in the simplest of ways. It’s like you trying to shoot the sunset, but claiming that a camera can’t do justice.
and after sitting through the day and night trying to string letters together to paint you with,
words can’t begin to do justice.
Anonymous asked: I AM YOUR BIG MWAHAHAh >:) No, really. Hi little ;)
Anonymous asked: what's one of your biggest pet peeves?
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Turn your head up with squinted eyes as droplets dance off the pores of wind blown skin. Wipe your powder red cheeks with damp cotton sleeves and blink once, twice, as lashes clump together in unison as we refuse to sink into and under these puddles—
Rain is naked. Bare and naked like the soles of our feet, calloused with the stories we write with the sand left in between our toes and you...
Anonymous asked: With a flick of her wrists, the pebble embraced the night air, afloat on the ethereal currents. The dream was the moon, the destination was my temple. ouch.
Performing a spoken word piece upcoming Monday for Blabbermouth at The Loft.
Anonymous asked: can i hold you under the moonlit sky during a chilly night?
Anonymous asked: can we throw ourselves under the blankets and watch the sunrise together?
January 2012
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Midterms are approaching and a hectic week awaits, but that is small and dainty
in regards to warm sheets and lullabies
as though alleviation travels through the white wire, running to my ears—
white Christmas lights out, slumber assured.
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All sorts of disorientation
in familiar spaces
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Sometimes, we forget. We forget about all the little things we still have to see and the places we swore we’d travel to and the hearts we promised to find and keep. We forget that there’s a continuation and sometimes, even the next morning seems too far away. We lay in our beds—bodies smothered in sheets, reminders of when mother used to tuck in and whisper— sweet dreams, sweet dreams
sweet...
Anonymous asked: What color are your Cathy Jean boots? I love your style!
Anonymous asked: Title of the instrumental song you posted on November 15 please? Please & thank you!
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Anonymous asked: sometimes when i read your writing, i can hear it as spoken word. Do you intend for it to be that way? Have you ever considered doing spoken word? You'd be really good.
Anonymous asked: happy birthday! :)
Anonymous asked: has any of your writings ever been reblogged by the spilled ink tumblr?